As the temperatures reached nearly 75 today, my thoughts turned toward spring.
Shadow spreads wider, thicker
as flowers unfurl their crowns.
Branches tipped with new buds
spread green leaves like greedy hands.
In this new darkness, as we turn toward
the golden forsythia, the primrose,
as blue as sorrow, goblins,
draped in new shade,
scurry under trees, tossing stones
at the robin pulling worms
from soft earth, plucking whiskers
from passing cats. Listen!
Their chortles and snickers
mesh with spring songs:
quick breezes and the hum
of hungry bees.
This is April’s symphony.